Today is the first anniversary of the death of my dad. I bought a candle that smells of lilac blossoms, Dad had a huge bush that filled the air around it with the pleasant aroma. I miss him.
I wrote a Bible study called the Master Gardener. I used Dad as the example of the love and care that God gives to each of us in His garden of life.
People came from miles around to see my dad’s flowers. He had a green thumb; any plant he touched thrived. He spent hours working the soil, planting seeds and transplanting growing plants to the perfect location. He pruned the stems and removed the dead leaves and branches. It was a labor of love for him. His garden bloomed from spring through fall.
As his children, we did not see the yard in quite the same way. His flowers got in our way. We wanted to run and play, and I found myself entangled in the rose bushes more than once. We used the yard as our kickball field. The maple tree was first base, the lilac bush, second, tiger lilies, third, and home plate was by the rose bush. We lost a few balls to the thorns, but Dad lost many flowers to our games. He had a few years reprieve after we were grown, but when the grandkids came along, they played kickball in the yard.
As an adult I enjoyed walking with him in his garden. He took great pride in showing off the fruits of his labors. He told the story of each planting, explaining its placement and what he did to help it grow. He not only rejoiced in the final result, a tasty fruit or a beautiful blossom, but he also enjoyed the process, the planting, the tending and the harvesting.
Like my dad, God takes great delight in His garden. He desires that all who come near us see the work that He has done in us. He wants to have bragging rights for our good fruit and wants us to bear lots of it. Sometimes we have to be cut back, fertilized, or moved…but He always has the best in mind for us. He helps us grow; he sends rain, places us in the sun or shade as needed, and yes, even the smelly fertilizer has its place for our good.